The open field behind the workshop was typically used for testing weapons—scorched earth, craters, and burn marks testament to countless experiments. Now it would serve as an arena for something far more intense.
The group spread out around the perimeter, giving the two fighters plenty of space. Jerry stood at the edge, arms crossed, his experienced eyes already assessing how this would unfold.
Akhil walked to one side of the field, the Blood Fang resting comfortably in his grip. The weapon felt natural now, like an extension of his own body. The system's 98% compatibility rating wasn't just numbers—he could feel the connection, the way the glaive responded to his slightest intention.
Ryan stood opposite him, thirty feet away, fists already beginning to glow with that red energy. His expression was calm, focused, showing none of the hesitation or concern the others felt.
"Are you certain about this?" Akhil called out, giving his friend one last chance to reconsider. "The poison—"
